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‘’I am not here to fight,’’ her heart was still pounding like crazy, she thought it was going to explode. ‘’but if she punches me I have three people in my phone that will shoot her brains out! In three different ways!’’ she kept repeating that sentence. How could she be so stupid and say that? How could she show such rage and such vulgarity. ‘’What on earth was I thinking about?’’ even though dark haired girl was over exaggerating she still felt like she was losing the ground beneath her feet. She needed the grip to hold on. Nothing here was about regetting, it was about how she lost control. She was never supposed to lose control.

Just as Élise as was about to bury her face in comfort of her hands and scream internally she saw him. ‘’Mike!’’ her voice was shaking, and she had to stab her palm to feel it again, and to bring herself back again. ‘’Mike, I am so sorry. I think I owe you an explanation.’’ She looked him right in the eyes, feeling exactly how uncomfortable he was. ‘’The other night, I should never say what I said. It was highly inappropriate and I should never put you in that kind of position. For that, I am extremely sorry and I am hoping you will accept my apology.’’ Her words kind and polite as ever. But her eyes. They were cold, emotionless. Only lips curved into warm smile. She actually managed to look happy and relaxed.

‘’Mike, mike,’’ first she couldn’t find the words, and even herself, she felt extremely weird about that. Usually she was eloquent, but at the moment not even a word could slip properly out of her. It was absulutly certain, the two of them were just about to lose their minds and either one of them knew how to handle the situation. It was slipping out of Elisa’s hand and she hated that feeling. ‘’You do, you know me as I am.’’ She had to fix the this as soon as possible, she couldn’t let it go right now. ‘’A daughter of a mob? What are you talking about? Michael, listen, look at me.’’ Her warm hand hugged his face. His skin was so soft but at the same time so though. ‘’I am no Gandhi. Look at me! That night at the party, I drank a glass or two, and I was angry.’’ She knew many more ways to explain that, but at the moment this one felt most natural. ‘’I have no numbers of freaking murders in my phone,-’’ Lie. ‘’I did not mean to do anything, ok?’’ Lie again. This was not her usual self. At the normal circumstances she did not have to apologize, because she did nothing wrong. Till that moment everything went nice, but this was the mistake she made. ‘’Can you just trust me this once?’’ she actually really liked this guy. He made her feel somehow free, outside the shackles of perfection. He was the wonderful imperfection that entered her life.